Thursday, 1300 Hours

After lunch, Ensign Bauer attended a meeting with the Ship Yard's Demolition Crew. The meeting was presided over by a Lieutenant, and the table was lined with Chief and First Class Petty Officers. Once the Officer had distributed copies of the schedule, one of the Chiefs asked, "How firm is this schedule, Sir?"

"Well, it's not written in stone, of course," the Lieutenant answered, "But I think we can pretty much stick to it."

"It seems . . . rather aggressive," the Chief replied.

"Now this is going to be our third ship," the Lieutenant reminded the Chief and everyone else. "I think we have picked up a few tricks by now."

"Yes, sir, but," a First Class Petty Officer squirmed in his seat, a bit uncomfortable at 'bucking the brass'. "But we've only been allocated three days to rip out all the bunks and lockers. I think it'll take at least four, possibly five."

"So, it will take five," the Lieutenant seemed unperplexed.

"Yes, Sir," another Chief spoke up. "But if Lipton's crew goes into five days, that'll over-lap with the panel removals. Not to mention disconnecting the primary coils."

"Then don't mention it," the Lieutenant shot back with a grin. "But seriously, Chief, those areas are on the other side of the main deck. You won't be in each other's way."

"Except for the panels for the forward flux collectors," the Chief pointed out.

"Except for those," the Lieutenant conceded. "If that happens," he studied the schedule for a moment, "Then you can shift over to start in the mess decks, and come back later on for the collectors."

The Chief scowled at the schedule, then slowly nodded his head. "Yes, sir. I guess that would work."

And so it went, detail by detail, line by line, the schedule was reviewed and dissected. At the end of forty-five minutes, when everyone began to leave, one of the Chiefs asked Ensign Bauer if he had any more meetings for the afternoon. Upon being told no, the Chief said, "Good. Why don't you tag along with me and see what the welding shop looks like?"

"Thanks, Chief," Ensign Bauer replied. "I would like that. I would like that very much."

For the first time in a long time, Ensign Bauer actually felt like a Commissioned Officer in the Solar Guard.

As they headed for the door, the Chief asked, "Are you alright, Sir? You're walking sort of funny."

"Oh, that," Ensign Bauer answered as he walked in a bow-legged gait. "My girlfriend insisted that we go horseback riding yesterday and I've never been on a horse before."

The Chief chuckled, "You're walking like the horse kicked you."

When Eric was shown into the drawing room, Babs was sitting on the settee idly thumbing through a magazine. Her long blonde hair hung loose past her shoulders and she was wearing a patterned blue and white, full-skirt dress. Rising from the couch, she walked over to her boyfriend and planted a big, juicy welcoming kiss on him. Then she said, "Hurry up and get undressed, I've been thinking all day about trying out my new toy again."

"Babs," Eric pleaded, "I'm pretty sore from yesterday. Can't you give me a day or two to recover."

Her eyes looked towards the floor and the corners of her mouth turned downward. "Fine. I ask you one little thing and you don't want to do it."

"But, Babs," he tried to explain, "I am really, really . . ."

"That's O.K.," she replied, plopping back down on the couch. "Forget I said anything."

"Ba-abs," he moaned. But got no further response. Unbuttoning his tunic, he told her, "Alright. I'll do it. But you have to promise to go slow."

Like a schoolgirl getting a wish granted, Babs stood up quickly, clapping her hands together excitedly. She removed her dress, bra, and panties. Wearing just her black garter belt, black stockings, and black and grey high heels, she retrieved her strap-on dildo from a drawer in an armoire. Fastening the harness around her waist and passing the center strap between her legs to hook in the back, she nodded towards an end-table. "You'll find the lubricant in there."

The naked Eric got the tube and, removing the cap, smeared the slick gel all over his girlfriend's sex toy and his own anus. Once he had everything all greased up, he lay face down on the settee and waited for her to penetrate him with her fake dick.

"Ow-ow-owwww," he gasped as she impaled him. "Re-remember to go slow . . ."

She did, for about two minutes, then she started sawing forcefully in and out of Eric's still sore asshole. He whimpered and grunted, trying not to cry out. But her plundering was just to much and he started howling in discomfort.

The butler heard the ruckus and ran towards the drawing-room door. But as he approached, he realized it was a male voice that was in so much discomfort, so he turned and went back to his business.

Babs really gave Eric's tender asshole a work-out. Far more intense than yesterday. She butt-fucked him as he lay on the couch, as he was bent over it, as he got up on the arm of the sofa. Her firm, tight little ass was in constant motion, driving her fake dick in and out of her boyfriend's asshole.

And like yesterday, Eric developed an erection. An erection that was so hard, it was almost painful. Pre-cum oozed from the slit in the head of his cock. Just a droplet or two at first, but soon he was dribbling so much of the clear, sticky fluid, he looked like a leaky faucet.

"Oh . . . oh . . . oh . . ." he panted and called her name, "B-Babs."

The slender, bare-breasted blonde knew what that meant so she reached around to grab his cock. Making a tight fist, she tugged back and forth and the naked man's body began to shudder and shake. His hips bucked and thrust, unintentionally driving the dildo further up his ass.

With a loud cry he started ejaculating, spewing his hot, thick cum everywhere. Onto the upholstery of the couch, the carpet on the floor, Bab's pumping hand. By the time he was spent, he was short of breath and gasping for air.